Like mother, like daughter

Haley's POV

It had been a particularly dull night for Haley, dragged along from one greasy little hangout to another by the only boys in West Terrance high with money to blow. It had been an education for little Haley and her girlfriends; a fat bank account's no substitute for a personality, and these preppy fucktards had all the charm and good looks of the same muddy puddle they'd driven their Camaro through to soak the girls with after dropping them off, probably on purpose after getting the cold shoulder.

Most of the girls went their separate ways, while Haley was morally blackmailed into walking the cowardly virgin of the group Triss home, though in her defense, no girl with a body so ridiculously proportioned should make a habit of walking home alone at night. By the time she was hopping up her porch, she was hoping mom had already gone to bed, and the inevitable lecture could be delayed to the morning after.

Slipping through the door and into the hallway, she unzips and pulls her heeled boots from her feet, gently lying them on the hardwood floor as she gingerly closes the door, gritting her teeth and cringing as it elicits a gentle creak that might as well been a small nuclear explosion in the silence.

Luckily or otherwise, it goes unnoticed, and on dainty little tiptoes she creeps down to hallway, intent on hurrying upstairs to hide in her bedroom, maybe bitch some more about the boys, and how small they'd tell everyone at college their dicks are, when she heard what sounded like heavy breathing in the living room.

Concerned for her short-tempered bitch mother for the first time in a long time, she leaves the stairway for the living room, it's dim lamplight visible through the ajar door, along with what looked like contorting silhouettes. Cowering behind the door, she peers over...

Her eyes bulge in silent shock at the sight of her mother, laid across their couch, bare body exposed by her open robe, legs spread, some beautiful, cruel looking pale stranger wedged between, making her squeal in hysterial pleasure as she was bounced on this milky white animal's pelvis, his mouth latched onto her breast all the while.

It wasn't like anything Haley could have fathomed before; she thought she knew real, lustful fucking when her friends and she chortled and wheezed till they were red in the cheeks as they peered in on a luckless couple who'd thought themselves far enough from the rest of the house party. Despite her inexperience, she was arrogant in her assurance that it was just another fun distraction she was smart enough not to get hung up on like the rest of her grade.

Now, she was a child again, for the first time in years. She was confused, even frightened, by the reality of it, by the hunger of it, the electric in the air, the total vunerability and animal lust of her mother...she barely registered her as a human before, just a miserable bit of furniture in her home, comforting in her mundane nature. She wasn't enjoying some trivial bit of fun, she was lost to her, in a world of sensation she couldn't possibly understand as a child.

She was beautiful.

The stranger reared up from her breast, with blood running down his chin...did he bite his lip in all the excitement?

Another stranger, some white girl, a little older than Hayley but younger than her mother, steps into view as the man turns to her, his wet, erect cock in view, still slick with her Mom's cum as he kisses and runs his hands down her hourglass body.

It doesn't take long for him to have her on his lap, bouncing on his hard cock. Hayley doesn't know exactly when she started rubbing her aching kitty through her black leggings, too mesmerised to even realise until she notices her mother and her were touching themselves to the same erotic sight, even as the strange man bites down hard on the girl's bare neck.

There's no doubt now, she can see her blood roll down her slender, curved back, even hear him slurping...he's drinking their blood, her mother's blood...and she's cumming as he does.

In her shock, she clasps her hand to her lips, eyes wide with horror as her elbow brushes against the door, just enough to have it sway and creak, barely audible to anyone but Hayley. Daring to peer back through the crack, she sees the man with the two in each arm, pull away from her Mom's needy kiss to look towards the door, his eyes an inhumanly deep red.

Frightened to the point of returning to childhood hiding places, she retreats to the opposite side of the doorway, hoping she'd be hidden behind the door as it swung open. The following silence is agony, her held breath making her lungs burn.

Then, inaudible muttering, then hurried footsteps come and go, the door closing on her as they pass, and thump up the stairs. Relief washes over Hayley as she finally exhales, just as the door is yanked away, revealing the tall, bloody-mouthed and naked stranger looming over her.